Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Uncle He turned his head and ignored him.

Seeing this, Mu Xun took out the jade token that he hurried out: "Here, this is a treatment that my own father doesn't even have."

Uncle He slightly opened his narrowed eyes, and glanced at the shiny jade tablet in his hand: "This is for me?"

"Yes, otherwise, who else would accept such a great gift from me." Mu Xun handed the jade plaque to his hand.

Uncle He still pursed his lips, but took the jade plaque with his hand sincerely: "Hetian Baiyu?"

"Know the goods." He specially entrusted someone to bring it back from northern Xinjiang. After all, he was going to give it to this little old man with a big eye.

There is not much embellishment on the jade plate with a big longevity character, mainly because the time is too short, and he has no time to do tricks.

There are dark green tassels strung under the white jade, there are not many fancy things, but it looks more stylish.

"Forget your intentions." Uncle He muttered, raised his finger and pointed to the warehouse, "I don't know who gave me the Cordyceps sinensis a few days ago, you can take some back to your dad."

"...that is what I brought to you."

"Oh, oh, so..."

Mu Xun didn't understand why the two old men wanted to feed each other Cordyceps sinensis.

Before leaving, he touched Erhuang for a long time, and reluctantly went to the airport.

He didn't know if Qi Zhijie was still in Manhe, because he hadn't seen him since the day before yesterday.

However, he didn't want to know either.

It was already night when we returned to the wooden house.

Mu Liangqi specially ordered the kitchen to prepare a table of dishes to welcome him back.

It's just that there are more dishes than people in the huge restaurant, so it's somewhat deserted.

"Old Zhou, go and see why Atang hasn't come down yet." Mu Liangqi looked at the empty seats, chewing the beef in his mouth.

"Ah, Aunt He took Miss to her grandpa's house just now, and she said that grandpa asked to enjoy the snow." Uncle Zhou stood aside and replied.

Mu Liangqi put down the chopsticks in his hand, his eyes darkened: "Got it."

Mu Xun remained silent for a while, and then he opened his mouth: "It's okay, it's more comfortable for the two of us to eat."

"Yes, come, eat more vegetables. These are picked from your Uncle Jin's organic farm." The man said, and gave him a chopstick of Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum.

"Thank you, Dad." In fact, he hated eating Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum.

He ate a few mouthfuls of food, and remembered that when he came back, his assistant Mo complained to himself, saying that during his absence, several projects in his hand had been broken, of course Mu Liangqi would not blame him, and would still silently Wipe his ass, but the shareholders in the group have quite objected.

The most talked about is that if the Mu family is handed over to him, the second generation ancestor, it will be over sooner or later.

"Dad, things about the group..." He said timidly.

"Don't worry about the group, I'll take care of it, you just have to work hard to learn and do it." Mu Liangqi always felt indebted to his son who had been homeless for more than 20 years, so no matter how many extraordinary things Mu Xun did No matter how many things he screwed up, Mu Liangqi never said a word to him.

"I'll learn and do well, Dad, don't worry." Mu Xun nodded his head with a well-behaved and sensible look.

In the past few years as the young master of the Mu family, he has always acted like a lamb being bullied by Mu Liangqi, and he would think that others would disturb his eyes if he spoke louder outside.

Of course, he didn't like to be domineering and arrogant to others from the beginning, but it's a pity that people are animals that like to sell swords very much. When he was polite, others became bitter and mean.

Mu Xun is an illegitimate child, which is well known to everyone, so when he first took the position of the young master of the Mu family, he was inevitably red-eyed and ridiculed. In his life before the age of 24, he was always worried about money.

But in his life when he turned into a wealthy young man after the age of 24, his worries never stopped.

After eating this meal, his heart was a little flustered.

Not long after returning to the room and lying down, he was woken up by a hasty knock on the door, accompanied by Mu Tang's cursing: "You bastard son raised by a fox, come out for me."

Mu Xun covered his ears with a pillow, he didn't want to talk to her at first, until Mu Tang started to greet his own mother.

He shook off the pillow, walked to the door angrily, and turned the doorknob.

Mutang, who was wearing a famous brand princess dress, raised her head and cursed at him: "You useless bastard, you're just a prodigal."

Mu Xun rested his elbows on the door frame, and lazily raised his tired eyes: "Yes, I am an illegitimate child, and I am a prodigal, what should I do, little princess? Do you want to use a magic wand to transform me into a Change, change and disappear?"

"Muxun! You!" The child in front of the door clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed with anger.

Only then did He Gu rush over, pretending to be fierce: "Tangtang, you're messing around here again."

Mu Xun didn't know that she did it on purpose, every time the old lady would wait until the little princess had scolded enough and he countered her before coming over.

"Don't do this again." The woman took Mu Tang's hand and prepared to leave.

Mu Xun was still lazily leaning against the door frame, and said nonchalantly: "Gu Gu, guess if I'm angry, I will make the little princess disappear."

Aunt He's somewhat wrinkled face was stretched out in surprise by his words: "Young master, what a joke."

"That's right, but I'm not joking." He said with a smile, but it made people feel more and more chilling, he suddenly leaned over and said to Mu Tang, "My good sister, be careful."

Mutang was so angry that he wanted to shake off He Gu's hand and fought him for [-] rounds, but he couldn't beat He Gu, and ended in a dismal situation.

After the girl was taken away, Mu Xun fell into silence again.

He, the second-generation patriarch of the playboy, seemed to have only been defeated in front of his half-sister, and it was not because of anything else.

Just because he is indeed an illegitimate child.

I heard that Mu Tang's own mother, Mu Liangqi's original partner, was depressed because of this incident, so she passed away so early.

That's why Mu Tang hates him, and when he comes to disgust him from time to time, he sometimes feels that there is nothing wrong with it, unless she curses his mother, he will jump out and say a few words.

Only in the dead of night, such as now.

He will also feel wronged.

It's not that he wants to be an illegitimate child, and he has no choice when he is reincarnated.

No sleep for one night.

He went to the company early in the morning, only to realize that he was not there during this time.The project at hand is really ugly.

Ah Mo talked to him about the company's production plan for next year: "The board of directors wants to launch a brand new luxury jewelry series, and encountered difficulties in raw materials. If you can solve it, the current decline may be easily resolved."

"What difficulty?"

"They want to use the gadgets in Wanbao Building as raw materials and gimmicks, but Wanbao Building has always only exhibited and not sold, and there are very few exhibitions." Ah Mo wore glasses and said clearly, "If we can Let's talk about the cooperation with Wanbao Building, the board of directors may not have so many objections to your ability, young master."

Mu Xun's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words Wanbaolou.

Why is it related to Qi Zhijie again?

"Understood, you go and prepare the materials of Wanbaolou. I'm going to Jin's Jewelry's new product exhibition today, and I'll come back to see it later tomorrow." He rubbed his eyebrows, his head was already hurting.

At that time, Qi Zhijie sneezed several times for some reason.

Meng Xiangbei, who was on the phone with him, was chatting with him about the exhibition: "How about it, are you coming or not?"

"Are you sure you have something from the Qing Dynasty?" Qi Zhijie walked slowly to the kitchen with a pack of cold spirits.

"That's what the publicity said. I think it's the Jin family after all, and it can't be faked. Didn't you say that you haven't seen the exhibition for a long time, and you won't suffer if you see it."

"Understood, I'll come back later when I go to the store."

"Okay."

He hung up the phone, stirred the steaming cold spirit granules, and found that his nose didn't hurt anymore, which was really strange.

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